In the past few months, Spirit has begun showing me new types of information when I conduct readings for clients. This has happened many times over the years as my practice has deepened and my channel has opened. At some point my connection with Spirit evolves, and then new layers of understanding and information are revealed to me.

I go into meditation the same way I have done hundreds of times before. Legs crossed with my bottom propped up on pillows. Earbuds dangling from my ears with my phone laying beside me cued to one of my favorite tracks.

I am coming out of meditation absolutely dripping in the energy of the Divine. I needed this time so deeply and so desperately. And in the same way that the body calls for water in the heat of a long dry hike, my spirit was longing for the meditative quenching of time spent swimming in the Unknown.

I am home from a month in the jungles of Costa Rica where I was vacationing with my sweet family and teaching back-to-back transformational meditation retreats with my older sister Lacy Young. For two weeks we watched beautiful souls soften and transform on meditation cushions right across from us, their lives utterly and totally changed. I left the experience completely renewed and deeply grateful for this incredible work she and I get to do together.

Retreating is near and dear to my heart, and it's something I prioritize in my own life. In the last five years I've attended at least one week-long meditation retreat a year (some years more than one) with many other workshop weekends peppered in for good measure.

I lead retreats because I believe in it. Fiercely. And because I've seen the powerful ripples faithfully attending them has created in my own life. In fact, if it weren't for that first meditation retreat all those years ago, I wouldn't be doing the work I'm doing now.

The road to discovering, unlocking and refining my mystical abilities has been a radical experiment in following my curiosity and wildly trusting myself. Ask anyone who actively flexes their clairsenses for a living about their experience with understanding and managing those gifts, and they'll undoubtedly tell you it's a mine field of high highs and low lows.

The work I do isn't taught in schoolrooms growing up. There isn't an accredited manual to reference when things get weird. And there isn't an alumni group waiting to pat you on the back and validate your woes.

There's something undeniably primal that happens during the full moon. Teachers attest to rowdy kids, doctors report more activity in labor wards and ERs, and police officers confirm a spike in strange incidents. The moon's gravitational pull yanks at our tides and tugs on our own watery composition creating a stirring in each one of us.

Yet somehow we've forgotten our indelible connection to this celestial body and the very real effect it has in our lives. The following are the truths I whisper to myself each month as I set my crystals outside to bathe in the magic of our faithful friend. They are nurturing beliefs that when acknowledged will give you chance to pause, reflect and soak up the wisdom nature is effortlessly offering to each of us.

I'm lying in a lounger with tan legs extended and small beads of sweat beginning to wistfully pool along my hairline. The sun is dangling overhead from bluebird skies, and the shimmer of water is reflecting in my sunglasses. With a cold beer in hand, tunes that swoon of summertime dancing from the speaker, and a friend of more than a decade by my side, everything feels right in the world.

"How do you know you're psychic? Is it something we can all be taught?"

I was curled up in my favorite glider in the living room just a few days ago, and my friend was across from me on my dark charcoal couch peering at me with inquisitive eyes. I had been telling her about my recent experience with a Peruvian shaman, and suddenly we were neck deep in a conversation about reading energy, talking to spirits and traveling through dimensions.

I can still smell the sweetly spicy scent of the florida water that floated through the air in a fine mist and coated my bare skin. The prickles of chilly dampness that landed on my face, stomach and back were like tiny kisses from the divine herself, and the whole scene felt as if it were happening in slow motion, a surreal blur of excitement and nerves as I silently wondered if I had indeed been "cleaned" and what tale my body would tell in the coming days.

The Q'ero believe that when we die our bodies go to pachamama, our souls go to the stars, and our wisdom goes to the mountains. With reverence and devotion, they turn to the mountains, which they call apus, for guidance and grace along their sacred journeys. They believe that each one has a specific power and a breadth of knowledge to impart.

Welcome

Hi! I'm Kayla Floyd.

I am a writer and intuitive who has spent hundreds upon hundreds of hours in meditation. I have left my body, channeled spirits, experienced spontaneous healing and been visited by beings from worlds far from our own.

Mysticism and meditation have healed my heart and freed my soul in ways innumerable, and I believe we all have access to our own inner mystic. My work is dedicated to the practical tools and habits to help each of us find that peace and to live an authentic, joy-filled life.